Today’s the big day: I’m turning 30. I’m not the type to dread this milestone birthday (age really is just a number), but this birthday has been on my mind for months. Primarily because of it was the end of my “30 Before 30″ list and when I could start a new goal list (yes, I’m a nerd. Surely you knew that already.).
Beyond the excitement of starting a list, my primary thoughts have been about my singleness. I try not to define myself by my singleness, but of course it’s a huge part of me. Some years ago I was told, “Yeah, you’re single, but you’re not really single until you’re in your 30s and single.” This comment has stuck with me, so now I wonder if being 30 is going to make my feelings of marital-status-induced loneliness more acute.
I go through phases where I struggle with contentment, and I’ve been there the last couple of months. Not that this is my normal train of thought. It’s more that desire to be sharing my life with one special person sneaks in during the small moments.
I truly do love my life now and am constantly reminded of ways that it would change if I were to marry, which gives me pause. Given the right guy, I’d gladly say yes, but I definitely see no room for settling.
So, I’m facing my 30th birthday optimistically. Why shouldn’t I? My life has been overwhelmingly blessed thus far and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for my next decade.
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